neck kisses - jack grealish

022

"LETS FORGET ABOUT that wanker!" jordan shrieked before the trio of best friends shotted pure tequila.

after leaving the flat, they made their way to a club, all planning on getting shitfaced. aaliyah had been quiet the previous few days, but she certainly wasn't holding back on the drink tonight. joining the crowds of people, zara and jordan danced together while aaliyah started dancing with some random boys.

making sure to keep an eyes on her, the other two friends went to get more drinks.

about half an hour later, they were completely fucked. jordan had found a boy and zara went looking for aaliyah to make sure she wasn't in danger. she weaves through the crowds of people, stumbling on herself as she tries to make out what was happening. "hello sweetheart" she heard a deep voice say to her, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him.

"who are you? go away" she muttered, trying to push off of him but he held her tighter.

"i'm trying to find my friend" she cried out, desperately pulling away from him.

"get the fuck off her!" the angelic voice of aaliyah shouted before she swung her little bag into his face, "cmon z" she took her hand and they went into the bathroom. "are you okay?"

"hm, yeah i am now. thank you" zara had sobered up slightly.

"i just got given the most amazing head" aaliyah told her, tilting her head backwards as she remembered the pleasure. zara hyped her up before they went back out, steering clear of the group of boys from earlier.

little phillipa
jack mate
have you seen this?

jacko
seen what?

little phillipa
it's sending
tap to open picture

jacko
oh

JACK STARED DOWN at the picture of zara pinned up against another man. his eyes pricked with tears as he processed what he was looking at. she wouldn't? would she? he thought, trying to calm his emotions.

"fuck!" he threw his phone across his room. it hit the corner of his dresser and the screen cracked into a million pieces. how could she do this to him?

his impulsive thoughts told him to text someone he knew- used to know. not thinking straight, he picked up his broken device and sent a text to someone he hadn't seen in a while.

jack slammed his car door behind him as he stormed towards the front door of the house. he knocked fiercely and was quickly let in by a blonde woman. "woah- calm down jack"

"i cant calm down. please, just help me calm down" he begged, sitting onto her sofa.

the blonde, leggy woman straddled his lap and captured his lips in a rough kiss. her mouth moved to his jaw and then to his neck. "not there" he pushed her away, not wanting the woman to kiss his neck.

she got on her knees before him and unbuckled his trousers, pulling out his half-hard cock. she spat on it and stroked it until he was rock hard. she took him in his mouth, not doing the tongue-swirly thing around his tip how zara did. her head bobbed up and down, his hand gripping her hair into a ponytail. his eyes clenched shut and he started thrusting upwards into her mouth carelessly.